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“Don’t talk. Your doctor said it was best you rest your throat. You have some damage there.”
I nodded. “What…”
“I literally just said no talking, but you’re going to ask what happened, so I’ll tell you.”
I smiled and waited.
“First off, Aiden’s dead.”
I figured he was. Last I’d seen him, he’d been choking the life out of me. Obviously, with me here and not dead, he’d failed and that meant Vincenzo had found me.
“Thomas is in critical condition. He was shot in the head.”
Grimacing, I squeezed his hand. Thomas was a good man.
“Rowan’s dead, but Finn and Oscar are okay. Apparently, according to Finn, your Manchester sector sided with Aiden on a takeover, plus a few enforcers…By the way, they’re all dead too.”
I rolled my eyes. “Busy.”
“Yes, I have been and if you talk again, I’m putting tape on your mouth.”
I chuckled silently, reached, and made a drinking motion.
“Water coming up.” I watched as Vincenzo put some ice in the cup, along with a straw, and filled it. How were the simplest things the most sexy on a man?
I sipped and the cool water felt nice but swallowing was anything but. I motioned for Vincenzo to go on with the story.
“Right. So, your detective friend came by. He had some evidence that was not at all placed where he’d find it, and wanted to let you know there was a bolo for Aiden’s arrest.” He shrugged. “Hope they find him.”
I shook my head and waggled a finger at him.
“I’m not sorry I killed him, but I’m glad you didn’t have to.”
I was too, but at the same time I wished I had. He’d killed my uncle and cousin. Taken them from me. He’d been a confidant and I’d really thought he cared about me. Turned out he was no better than my father, or any person in my life who used me.
“Flower delivery.” Eden walked in with a big bouquet. “It’s from Snow and Christopher Manos.”
“Oh, there’s a card.” Zion walked in followed by two orderlies wheeling in more flowers than there was space.
Vincenzo read each card to me. Simon and Rush, Atlas and Toby, Black, Quill, and their boys, Poe and Phin…the names went on and on and maybe I wasn’t so alone.
As I looked into Vincenzo’s eyes, his expression warm—and dare I say his eyes were screaming he loved me?—I realized that while my happily ever after was beginning in a hospital bed, it was in fact beginning.
ONE MONTH LATER
I placed flowers on both Aine’s and Uncle Sean’s graves and stood up. Vincenzo wrapped his arm around me and drew me close.
“I wish they got to meet you.”
He kissed the top of my head. “If they had, I’d tell them how magnificent you were.”
“Is that all?”
He chuckled. “I’d tell them that I’d take care of you and that you’d never be alone. And that the only way I’d ever leave your side would be in death.”
“Wow.” I grinned up at him. “That’s some serious talk.”
“I’m a serious guy.”
